Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Moncas had the command of two battalions, and his cousin Olcott had the command of one battalion. With the help of the magic cannon troops and Gref, a low-level soul master, it was very easy to capture the outer perimeter of the Iron Tower City.

There were only thirteen earth elemental mages in the 135th Legion, and the highest level was low-level silver. It was impossible to use magic directly to form a 30-meter-high earth mountain.

In the next five days, Moncas could only let his subordinates build siege vehicles.

Because there were very few magic craftsmen in the army and the technology they mastered was not good, they could only carve the most basic magic array on the siege vehicle for reinforcement. They did not know other magic arrays, such as [One-sided solidification], [Unshakable] and [Flame Isolation].

Weilin understood Moncas's predicament, but he had no way to deal with it.

Without relevant talents, he could only rely on the most primitive method to attack the city.

Fortunately, the Iron Tower City did not have a magic defense sky curtain, otherwise the difficulty of their siege would be increased by a level.

With the joint efforts of eight magic craftsmen, two hundred ordinary craftsmen and three thousand soldiers, it took five days and four nights to finally build six ordinary siege vehicles.

On the stone wall of Iron Tower City, both dwarf soldiers and dwarf officers could only watch the enemy's siege equipment being completed.

It's not that they didn't send troops to attack the human army, but without exception, they died silently.

In the end, they could only wait for the human army to attack the city.

The Viscount of Iron Tower stood on the top of Iron Tower City, a platform 80 meters above the ground, and saw the actions of the human army with hatred in his eyes.

"Pass the order down, add a meal tonight, let the warehouse move the wine out and distribute it to the soldiers guarding the city."

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

An officer heard this and replied respectfully, then turned and left.

Although his eyes became cloudy and his strength continued to decline with age, the warrior heart he possessed never extinguished.

After the family inheritance problem was solved, he no longer had any worries.

The next morning, the sound of the magic cannon sounded the prelude to the siege.

Most of the energy bombs hit the stone wall, forming twelve-meter deep pits, revealing the intricate tunnels inside and the dwarf soldiers who were constantly transported to the stone wall.

A small number of energy bombs passed the stone wall and landed in the Iron Tower City, destroying stone buildings built on the surface of the mountain and killing some dwarf soldiers.

Three kilometers away, three battalions, 15,000 troops, with a thousand men in a formation, a total of 15 military formations, under the guidance of drums, moved forward step by step.

Moncas was born in a viscount family after all, and did not know the military formation command type combat skills of [Thousands of Voices], so he could only command the troops with the messengers around him.

As for the battalion in Orcott's hands, it was handed over to Moncas for command, and he served as his deputy, supervising the battle on the side.

The dwarf defenders on the stone wall were suppressed by the magic cannon and could not raise their heads. They could only watch the human army pushing the siege vehicle and constantly approaching the Iron Tower City.

On the high wall of Iron Tower City, Viscount Iron Tower dropped his fist on the battlement and smashed a deep pit.

Each energy bomb represents an intermediate magic crystal. In just one hour, the opponent's magic cannon has fired more than 300 energy bombs at Iron Tower City.

What virtue and ability did Eric have to be treated like this by the enemy.

Before the direct battle, the dwarf soldiers in the city suffered no less than a thousand casualties, several important tunnels collapsed, and hundreds of soldiers were buried in them, probably dead, or maybe still alive.

"My Lord Viscount, in this situation, we can only hold on, and we must continuously send troops to the stone wall, otherwise the human siege vehicle will be placed on the wall and it will be easy to open a gap." A dwarf officer with a gray beard stepped forward and suggested, his wrinkled skin full of vicissitudes.

Hearing the voice, Viscount Iron Tower turned around and saw that it was the old man who had followed him for more than a hundred years. His two sons and four grandsons followed his children to the battle and all died on the battlefield.

"Pass the order down. There must be 3,000 soldiers on the stone wall. No more, no less. No more soldiers will be killed."

"Yes."

The old dwarf officer lowered his head and answered, turning to give orders.

There are only 25,000 soldiers in the entire Iron Tower City, or only 5,000 warriors and 20,000 dwarf civilians.

It is better to die in the Iron Tower City and go to the kingdom of the Dwarf Mountain God in advance than to be captured as slaves by humans and sold to other countries, living a life worse than pigs and dogs.

This belief is the thought that the Viscount of the Iron Tower conveyed to his subjects, and it was eventually accepted by more than 20,000 dwarves.

The young dwarves stayed in the cave, and the old dwarves were sent to the city wall in batches to fill the vacancies of the garrison on the stone wall.

One kilometer away from the stone wall, hundreds of soldiers continued to push six siege vehicles forward.

With the dwarf's crossbow, pushing this behemoth, constantly approaching the stone wall.

Whenever the first batch of soldiers was completely wiped out, Viscount Moncas would order new soldiers to come forward to replace the dead soldiers and push the siege vehicles forward.

In the army, the soldiers in the front row were filled with fear and held their weapons tightly, as if this would give them a sense of security.

At the cost of more than 400 soldiers' lives, six siege vehicles were placed on the stone wall to form an upward passage.

"Attack."

After the order was issued, two thousand soldiers climbed up through the siege vehicles, carrying the dwarf's crossbows.

The first batch of soldiers who climbed the stone wall relied on each other, hacked and killed the surrounding dwarf defenders, and continued to expand the controlled area.

"Go."

With just one word, thousands of dwarf soldiers were sent to the stone wall, stepping on the corpses of their loved ones and fighting with the human army.

"So it's here."

The Viscount of the Iron Tower heard the sound, grabbed his iron hammer, and just as he was about to fight back, he found that his body was standing there, and then he lost consciousness.

The thirty dwarf warriors and six dwarf officers guarding the platform were also beheaded, and the cuts on their necks were very smooth.

In Gref's eyes, this dwarf viscount was no different from those dwarf soldiers.

More than thirty dwarves were beheaded in just one second.

If it weren't for Master Weilin's request, he wouldn't do these things that would damage his identity.

The command center was solved, and the next step was to see the performance of the army.

Picking up the head of the Viscount of the Iron Tower, Gref came to the stone wall, threw the head on the stone wall, and flashed away.

The head of the Viscount appeared on the stone wall, which dealt a severe blow to the morale of the dwarf defenders, but the war was not over.

The dwarf officers loyal to Viscount Iron Tower continued to command their troops to fight against the human soldiers who climbed the stone wall and continued to retreat to the tunnel.